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One of the beauty spots of the world is
the Ojai Valley in California. Mountains ring it round; it has
remained secluded till recent times, and is still but sparsely
inhabited. In winter snow lies on the high mountain-tops, but
does not touch the Valley. The climate is superb; orange-trees
laden with golden fruit grow in parts of it, apricots and other
fruit-trees in other parts. The sun shines out from behind a
sky of deepest blues and, as it sets behind the mountain peaks,
it paints the mountainsides in various purples and violets, and,
when clouds float in the clear air and stream across the blue,
it paints them in deepest crimson and glowing orange, and through
the gaps we see lakes and rivulets of greenish blue, a panorama
of gorgeous splendor, that I have only seen rivaled in Egypt
or, in the rainy season, in India. |
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The Valley itself has stretches of flat
land broken by curving mounds and hillocks of considerable height,
with the great mountains, barren and rugged, holding within their
protecting arms the smiling Vale from end to end. Such is the
setting for the cradle of the New Civilization in America.(Annie
Besant, Ojai, 1927) |
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